I am not nervous, though in a strange place,
Wearing a smile no one can take off my face.
Though I may not own a dime,
And my objectives are not straight,
Well, I don't keep track of the time,
So I'm never really too late.
This is a journey, all spent unknowing,
How I'll survive, or who I'll meet, or where I'm going.
Though I haven't just begun,
There's eternity ahead.
So I can't feel partway done,
So I feel carefree instead.
Sometimes I'm glad I, don't speak the language,
When people talk their faces burn with fear and anguish.
Though I can't understand their words,
I can see the pain in their eyes.
Like scared sheep they travel in herds,
But it's a transparent disguise.
And the whole world will say,
"Don't get carried away."
But if the wind can hold my weight,
I say "Carry me away."
I am just drifting, past confrontation,
I don't take breaks; my life is spent like a vacation.
We all get nervous, this world's a strange place,
Just keep your eye upon the prize and off the race.
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Copyright1999 Random Reflections
Written by Esther Mathison, all rights reserved